So, of course, the clocks choose to change just when I'm at my busiest. The gods wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm trying to get everyone sorted out for when I'm away, which means a lot of paper shuffling, meetings sorted out, checking people know when they should be in court, making sure different teams are chasing up different leads. Plus, of course, there's still fall out from the demo/riot at the weekend, and all the press interest that's kicking up. And then someone goes and plants a large bomb over in Londonderry/Derry, which puts us on even higher alert than we are anyway, and has the whole place overrun with the explosives dogs. All I'm trying to do is make sure everyone knows what they're doing for the four days I'm gone. I know in these modern times I'm only on the other end of the phone. But hopefully they won't need to call.
I've written about 30% of my seminar. And they found an arm on Sunday. For our torso, I mean, so as soon as the lab report is back on that (tomorrow, I hope) I shall be busy with that.
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Lord, I hope all the bits are from the same person. How many people could they be from? And what kind of nutjob would play that game? *twitches* Yeargh.
Hope your day gets better!
Toodle-pip,
Bronwyn
We think they are from the same person - but the arm wasn't in very good condition, pretty decomposed. So the lab will confirm it for us. We're still working from the tip-off, so I hold onto hope that there is just the one body, in lots of bits.
But potentially there could be more. It wouldn't really surprise me. The gangs use illegal immigrants to run their drugs, so we don't always know people are missing.
I hadn't heard about the Derry bomb. The Northern Ireland situation is fragile enough, and there's simply no call for morons to screw it up with their home made explosives. Argh.
Good luck with the seminar, and the body (which is an odd thing to write, but whatever.)
Good news about the arm (sort of), hope it helps. Do you ever worry about the press finding this blog?
Oh God, John, don't say that. You'll give him nightmares.
Naught more frightening to the honest public servant than a reporter with a bee in her bonnet and starry-eyed dreams of journalism awards...
You have made me worry I could have said something we haven't released to the press...but I'm pretty sure I haven't. You guys just get the publishable highlights.
God knows what the press woukd make of all this if they got it in for me over a case. I can only imagine. It is the stuff of nightmares.
Got to watch what you type, eh? The press are like sharks, don't let them get even a whiff of anything interesting.
There was a murder case once, poor kid's parents were just killed. And this horrible journalist was just pumping him for vivid descriptions of what he saw, not even a day after it happened. Heartless bastard. Only out for the ratings, don't care who they hurt while they turn over the rocks. >:(
Sorry for the rant. Having a paranoid former cop for a grandad kind of instills a deep distrust for the media.
I've got to say that sometimes they're useful. But yeah, more often they're a total liability. And as you say, don't care who they hurt. I'm certain the lower end of the scale would love to imply all sorts about my relationship with John and the boys, for instance. They can make any situation sound suspicious and vaguely dirty. I hope Mrs Holmes would stop all that though. She has the power!
Hmmm, who's to say Mrs Holmes hasn't been doing that already?
Cheers, Yana. I wasn't nearly paranoid enough already!
Actually, I think if I caused her that much work I'd find myself unexpectedly seconded to an Arctic exploration party or something.
I think perhaps you all give me slightly too much credit.
Re: the Triumph - it really comes in orange?
It really does. I could get you matching jacket and helmet, if you wanted?
Matching the bike or matching each other? I'm not entirely sure about orange, but...that would be pretty cool actually. Maybe I'm the one having the mid-life crisis.
You're too young. I forbid any mid-lifey stuff from you.
And now I'm confused - what's cool? Jackets matching the bike, each other or orange? Or each other and the bike?
I don't really need a new jacket. The blood came out of the old one fine.
In another 40 years I'll be 80. That's pretty mid-lifey.
More the concept of motorcycle jackets in general, although it'd probably look pretty absurd on me.
...All right, exactly how bad was this accident?
Lestrade, speaking as someone whose significant other keeps threatening to get a motorcycle (though sadly his taste in bikes isn't as good as yours) "the blood came out of the old one just fine" is not exactly the most reassuring statement in the world.
Danger, motorcycle jackets make *everyone* look good. Men, women, ex-army doctors turned nannies...
"The blood came out of the old one just fine" is not a reassuring statement in any context.
Oh, and on the subject of your new poll: Blazing orange, with the phantom black a close second (I really like the gold accents.) The graphite is kind of boring.
Danger, now you've got me trying to think of a situation in which "the blood came out of the old one just fine" would be reassuring. No luck so far, though.
Danger - You would look stunning in a bike jacket. You look stunning in anything.
Have explained on your blog. But short answer - accident wasn't that bad. No lasting effects.
Mrs Holmes, if you have any influence at all, make it the British Virgin Islands, over the Arctic, please?
You're incredibly biased, but thank you. And she is not going to send you to the Arctic! Or the Virgin Islands. Or at least, if does send you to the Virgin Islands, I'm coming too.
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